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-= silent chrysalis stage =-
Dear God,
Please let me sleep for a hundred days and make me forget everything I know when I wake up.
Yours truly, Thaqif.
This was written at 12:31 am on Tuesday, March 24
-= dietro casa =-
I'm tired of hoping for good things to happen to me.
I wish I could be like Pinky.
This was written at 2:40 am on Thursday, March 19
-= like a slave =-
We've got to always make way for new things.
But does that mean we have to keep the old in the dark corner of our attic?
This was written at 12:16 am on Tuesday, March 17
-= burnin' for you =-
Sometimes I wonder if the decisions I've made lately were the right ones.
This was written at 1:09 am on Monday, March 16
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